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| Friday, March 3rd, 2006 | | 4:08 pm |
Mormons just offered to take out my trash
The title just about sums it up. They knocked on my door and offered to sing for me. When I turned them down they offered to take out the trash. Actually, when I first opened the door and saw their tags I told them that I wasn't planning on going Mormon today, but was there anything else they wanted. I think they took offense to the phrase "going Mormon." Then when he (only one guy did any talking) asked if I'd talked to missionaries like them before, I told him that in Brooklyn I'd only gotten Jehovah's Witnesses coming to my door and they were the first Mormons. So why don't I want to talk to them about Mormonism? I could've been very rude about that, but I wasn't and just told them I'm a happy agnostic. I really should've taken them up on the offer to take out the trash. Current Music: Claude Rains by the Mutton Birds | | Thursday, February 16th, 2006 | | 4:41 pm |
| | Thursday, February 9th, 2006 | | 1:32 am |
I don't know that I want to see this production, but I love their casting choice: Point Break Live!--a stage adaptation of the schlocky, adrenaline-fueled 1991 flick about a group of surfers who rob banks--is, fittingly, packed with stunts. But its biggest is pulled off minutes before the start of each show. Instead of casting an actor in the role of FBI agent Johnny Utah, played in the film by Keanu Reeves, director Jamie Hook plucks an audience member from the crowd and has him or her read the lines off cue cards. It's the best way to approximate Reeves's particular brand of spectacularly bad acting. "You have to embody blankness," Hook says. "You have to look like you've just been dropped into the room and have no idea what's going on." -taken from this week's issue of Time Out New York. If you're interested, the show runs from Friday the 10th until February 25th, and tickets are available at http://www.smarttix.com. Current Mood:  amusedCurrent Music: Asche Zu Asche by Rammstein | | Sunday, December 25th, 2005 | | 12:47 am |
We just learned that there is no magic hour after which you can't make noise. We're allowed to complain about noise at noon, midnight, and any time in between. So we did. Happy holidays everyone! Current Music: Long Cold Winter by Seasons of the Wolf | | Saturday, December 24th, 2005 | | 11:52 pm |
They're still going, except now they've switched to holiday music. Apparently it's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Bear's going to call the cops again in 10 minutes. For those who haven't heard me rant before, my upstairs neighbors sucking isn't new. Check out these lovely rants by my ex-roommate: http://www.livejournal.com/users/eyeteeth/42443.htmlhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/eyeteeth/43872.htmlAnd there I go, plugging her journal again. One thing she left out was the bowling alley. We used to joke that they were bowling sometimes, but then my sister-in-law told me they really had a bowling alley in the apartment. Maybe it'll turn out that they really have those super-large dice. Current Music: Feliz Navidad playing upstairs | | 10:24 pm |
If you turned up to a Christmas Eve party at 10AM this morning and were pleased to find that your hosts were blasting salsa music as loud as they could, there's a good chance you were hanging out with my upstairs neighbors. During the afternoon they took a break to start sawing something in the room above my livingroom. Then it sounded like they were throwing dice on the ground. Dice that were a little bigger than a pair of large pumpkins. In the morning they were blasting the salsa in the room above my bedroom. Now it's twelve hours later and they've decided to blast the music over the livingroom. So first they woke me up, and now they're making it impossible for me to hear my television. I'm sure they don't have carpeting, because I can hear them dancing too. And sometimes they'll clap along to the music. Bear just went upstairs to ask them to lower the volume. Most likely they'll comply for a little bit, and then they'll slowly turn the music back up like they're teenagers and we're their uptight parents. Then we'll call the cops on them, which may or may not make a difference. It just got quiet. Bear must be on his way back downstairs. He's back. Apparently they told him they were allowed to be loud until 11PM. We called 311 anyway. I hate them. Current Music: Hail Santa by Primus | | Thursday, December 22nd, 2005 | | 7:46 pm |
My post-strike rant
I've heard both sides of the issues. The thing that gets to me is all these people who think that they're supposed to support the TWU because it is a union. When a political issue comes up, do you take the time to understand it so that you can make an informed decision? Or do you just pick the side that your political party's on? As for people who think that MTA workers already get paid enough, or that they get paid too much... I don't have enough facts to make either claim so I won't. I'm fine with the TWU fighting for more pay. They're a union and that's what unions do. But to strike... Strikes should be for extraordinary circumstances. If Toussaint had said that the main issues for them were the fact that women don't get maternity leave, or that disciplinary actions are too strong, I might have been able to support them. But he said that the main problem is the pension, which is really a pay-rate issue. You're saying you're not getting paid enough, and while that might be true, that's not a good enough reason to walk away from negotiations and strike. That's a reason to keep negotiating and either get them to take pensions off the table or get a raise big enough to compensate for the increased amount your paying towards your pension. Could it have gotten to a point where striking seemed like the only way to get what they deserved? Maybe, but they went on strike less than a week after their contract ran out. Other employees in this city worked for years without a contract. I'm not saying that's the ideal situation, but it seems clear to me that they could've worked on this a little longer before going to the picket line. For anyone who's never lived in New York City, to not have subways and buses is like tearing out the roads in Los Angeles. If you think that we've been going through a minor inconvenience, then you don't comprehend public transportation in this city. Don't get me wrong, I was only inconvenienced minorly because I didn't have work this week. Bear wasn't inconvenienced too much more because we live less than a mile away from a LIRR station. But if this had been back when I lived in Brooklyn and worked in the Bronx, I would've been screwed. I would've either had to miss work and therefore not get paid, or spend a huge amount of time and/or money getting to work. Some of my friends were lucky in that they could use up sick days or telecommute. I've never had a job in which that was an option. If I don't work, I don't get paid. That's true of many people in the city. Some people wanted to go to work, but their stores closed. Walking down 8th Street and Saint Marks Place I passed three stores which should've been open but weren't. Their employees weren't given the option of earning a living during the strike. For the TWU to strike made it impossible for people who earn far less than them to make a living, and if you ask me that's criminal. In fact, it's also actually criminal, and I'm completely fine with the huge fines the union is going to be forced to pay. I feel sorry for some of the union workers, since not all of them wanted to strike but they felt forced to by the TWU. Also, if you're feeling bad because you're supposed to support unions, please remember that TWU's parent union told them not to strike and asked the workers to go back to work. And some of them did. 35% of the TWU's executive board did not vote for the strike. Clearly, this was not something that all of them agreed on, so I don't see why we should all feel like we were supposed to give the strike our support. Current Music: Trees by Marty Casey | | Monday, November 28th, 2005 | | 1:29 pm |
What do you mean, write my own entry?
For those of you who were unaware, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) eyeteeth was my roommate for years, but now she's not. Every once in a while people ask me how she's doing, and over the last week I've found that in answering that I've quoted one of her most recent entries. I've quoted it so much that I figure I might as well link to it for the people who haven't seen me re-enact it. All of her entries are good, but there's something I really love about this one. Behold its wonderfulness. Current Music: Piggy (Nothing Can Stop Me Now) by NIN | | Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 | | 4:05 am |
Don't ever let me take you for granted. You've got the finger on the pulse of my soul.
A couple of years ago I found out about Farm Sanctuary. They have a program in which you can sponsor a rescued farm animal, similar to other programs that have you sponsor a child in a poor country. Part of me wanted to sponsor an animal, and part of me felt like wouldn't it be more sensible to sponsor a child if I'm going to do something like that? I mean, sure I'm a vegetarian, but I still think poor children is a more important cause than cows. I thought that maybe I'd find a child to sponsor, and then later I'd go find myself an animal to sponsor. In my head it seemed important to start with the child. So I started to look into child sponsorship programs, which eventually led to me procrastinating and forgetting about the whole thing. Recently I did finally get my act together and started sponsoring two kids. But by now of course I've forgotten about the animal sponsorship thing entirely. Which brings me to this weekend. The original plan was to spend all of this weekend with Bear. We ended up turning down a bunch of invites for this, but still got somewhat messed up by my suddenly having to work on Saturday. But mainly we stuck to the plan. Saturday we went out to eat in our neighborhood, and are excited that we've finally found a decent Italian restaurant in our area that doesn't have lousy service. The restaurant had a donation box on the bar, which turned out to be for breast cancer. They probably set up the box before the hurricane and didn't see the need to change the charity now, which makes sense. After all, it's not like cancer's gone away. It made me remember one time when I ran into a friend of mine near the end of 2001. She was working at Phoenix House and told me how they'd lost a lot of corporate donations due to the WTC attacks. No one wanted to give to an organization for runaways anymore, everyone was giving to 9/11 victims. gr8kat recently posted about how she assumed that Jerry Lewis's telethon probably wasn't going to get as much as it usually does. But of course muscular dystrophy isn't less of an issue than it was a month ago. Anyway, Bear and I had been thinking of having a picnic on Sunday, but woke up too late to pull that off. Instead we went to Central Park and rented a boat. Then we went home and changed and went out for dinner to a place with awesome desserts. It was one of those places where the only entree for vegetarians is the Vegetable Plate, and is so far the only one of these places I've found that managed to impress me with a plate of vegetables. Today we were again going to have a picnic, but woke up even later than we did yesterday. So we lazed around the apartment and ate crepes. Bear has finally learned how to use our crepe pan, which means that he's the most awesome husband ever. No wait, that's not why he's awesome. He's awesome because he got me two amazing gifts. One I'm still having difficulty processing in my head, but the other was that he wanted to sponsor a farm animal for me. No he's not a vegetarian, but he remembered that it was something I'd looked into a while ago and thought I'd like it. I think for him it was more about showing support for my beliefs than anything else. On charities, the best page I've seen for information about good and bad charities dealing with the hurricane is this one. To the best of my knowledge everyone on my Friends list is fine, but at least two of you are still dealing with having family down there. The obvious thing is that I hope everyone's all right, other than that there's really nothing that can be said. Current Music: It's Not Too Late by Wolfsheim | | Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 | | 11:56 am |
Hobbleskirt's Friends thingie
He updated it, it works for larger Friends lists. Not really really large Friends lists, but larger ones than before. But the interesting thing to me is that apparently Julian is no longer as compatible as he was with himself. Top 25 Friend Matches
Current Music: Close to Me by The Cure | | Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005 | | 2:51 am |
| | Wednesday, August 10th, 2005 | | 4:45 pm |
| | Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 | | 6:39 pm |
I've been told I think things out too much
A friend of mine left town recently to go to law school (because eventually that's where everyone I know goes.) So last weekend I went with him and a bunch of other people to a karaoke bar because this is what he wanted to do. Bear of course pressured me into singing something. I decided that I wanted to avoid singing anything that has been performed on Rock Star: INXS because I don't want to be compared to them. I know what you're thinking, isn't it possible that none of the people in the bar watch that show and I'm worrying about something that isn't even an issue? I'm going to go with No. Somehow I suspect that regulars at a karaoke bar are more likely to watch Rock Star than most people are. So I sang I'm the Only One by Melissa Etheridge, and was told I did a decent job by people I know would've been willing to tell me I suck. So what happened last night? One of the contestants on Rock Star sang I'm the Only One. Feh. This may seem silly, but if I'd thought they'd eventually venture into Melissa Etheridge songs on that show, I would've picked something else. On a side note, I love Rock Star. Now that Kept is almost over, it's my new favorite reality show. Current Music: Sexual Thing by Poison | | Friday, April 22nd, 2005 | | 1:27 am |
insurance day
Sometimes major things change in my life but I don't get around to posting them. Particularly in the last year since I've barely been on LJ. So I realise that the fact that I'm married will be news to some of you. What will be news to even more of you is that I've been legally married for almost a year. If you think I'm wrong, that surely it hasn't been that long, I have the marriage certificate to prove you wrong. Bear and I have been together for more than five years. The marriage thing came up a few times, and we decided at one point to never get married. The plan was to become domestic partners, since New York is a city that allows couples to do that. Then we were going to have a big domestic partnership party. Unfortunately, I don't currently have a job with health insurance benefits, and Bear's employer doesn't cover domestic partners. It does however cover spouses. We talked about fighting his employer, but we realised that that might take a while, and even if we won that would be years that went by with me not having health insurance. So we gave in. We went down to City Hall with our roommate eyeteeth and my mother. For reference, City Hall ceremonies are incredibly short, as in under five minutes and probably under two. It pretty much consisted of: Do you want to marry her? Do you want to marry him? Give her a ring. Give him a ring. Does anyone object? Congratulations, you're married. We didn't have rings at the time, so my mother lent us my grandmother's wedding ring. Bear put it on my finger, and then when the judge asked me to give him a ring, I took it off of my finger and put it on his. A few months later we had a wedding ceremony with some of our friends and family, and that's the day we refer to as our anniversary. Bear doesn't want to celebrate our legal anniversary, or even refer to it as our anniversary. After all, we already have the other day, and we still celebrate the anniversary of when we first started dating. Who needs three? He refers to the legal anniversary as "insurance day" and it's understandable. As far as he's concerned, it's the day we got a piece of paper from the government stating that we're a couple, which isn't very romantic. I'm all about celebrating every anniversary we have, because I'm like that. Bear jokes that I just keep using anniversaries as an excuse to spend time with him. The first year we dated, I insisted on hanging out every month-aversary, so I can understand why he feels that way. Anyway, married life is remarkably similar to dating life. Or at least it's similar to dating life when you live with your partner and had already agreed years ago that we were stuck with each other because neither one of us planned to ever leave the other one. His aunt now introduces me to people as her niece, that's one change. And I think my mother takes our relationship more seriously now. Bear now turns up in her will, which wasn't true a year ago. And of course I have health insurance. And I get to refer to Bear as my husband, which is still bizarre to me. It sounds weird whenever I say it. Bear doesn't always call me his wife, he still occasionally refers to me as his girlfriend. Current Music: Dance Like This by Wyclef | | Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004 | | 3:50 am |
the limits of my understanding
Various political and personal events over the past five years have made me feel that it is necessary for me to write this post, at least for myself even if no one else gets anything out of it. This is a post I've been meaning to write for a long time, although some of it is stuff I've mentioned before. If the topic seems somewhat random, deal. I have come to the realisation that anti-Semitism probably bothers me more than any other type of discrimination. You may be thinking that this is because I am Jewish, but I am many other things and I don't mind dealing with discrimination against them nearly as much. I think it's because I find it easier to combat other types of discrimination. I've had to deal with sexists who inform me that women aren't as smart as men, but I can disprove it by being a fairly intelligent person. There are those who think that bisexuals can't handle monogamy and that we all sleep around a lot. But I've only ever been in monogamous relationships, and the one I've been in with Bear has lasted over four years. So I can once again disprove a stereotype just by being myself. But what do people say about Jews? We're smart, we're good with money, and we control everything. Well, I have a degree in economics and I consider myself to be smart, but I don't control the world. But how would I disprove any of these things anyway? "No really, some of my Jewish friends are morons. Plus no bank will give them a checking account since their credit's so bad." And when I tell people like this that we have no extra amount of control, they don't believe me anyway. Now you may be wondering why I would even care, that these people aren't worth my time anyway. But the thing is, I'm friends with sexist homophobes. I refuse to stop talking to someone just because they're prejudiced against something I am, because I always hope that by being friends with me they will start to re-think how they feel. Sure, I sometimes end up friends with people who make an exception for me and no one else, but I think it's important to at least get them to start by making that one exception. Then maybe they'll eventually have to make exceptions for two people, and then ten, and then they'll have to come up with a whole new plan in their heads of what to think of "those people." This may be naïve of me, but I'm all right with that. But I can't be quite so generous with anti-Semites. For some reason I find that group of people far more unreasonable than others, and again I don't think being friends with me will create any exceptions in their head about Jews because although their feelings are negative their stereotypes about me aren't. So I can't be friends with them, and I think I'm even at a point where I don't know if I can be friends with people who are friends with them. Which maybe makes me intolerant of other people's tolerance for others' intolerance, but I think I'm okay with that. For reference, I feel similarly about other forms of racism. I don't end up maintaining friendships with people who hate Blacks, or Latinos, or Asians, or any other group. I might feel differently if I was actually a member of any of these groups, but then again maybe I wouldn't. Examples of the personal arguments I've had with one person about this can be found here and here. They're not the only ones I've ever had, but they're the only ones I've ever documented in my LJ. Current Music: Defeatist by Somegirl | | Thursday, May 20th, 2004 | | 4:09 pm |
Just for reference
Yes I'm back. Yes I'm reading your posts. If it happened in the last month I probably read about it, if it happened before that I probably didn't. Feel free to update me on anything important either through comments or via email. What I haven't read are the journals of the people who added me in the last six months. So speak up, loopfick, raion, and starrsadistik. If you don't I'll probably get around to looking through your journals, I just don't know when it'll be. I am going to try to be better about reading and posting than I have in the past. We'll see how it goes. Current Mood:  curiousCurrent Music: Ooh To Be Aah by Kajagoogoo | | 4:01 pm |
Things I never thought I'd be posting
Back in November I was thinking of dieting again. So I was wandering around seeing if there were any good email support groups for the diet I was considering (there weren't) and found a reference to FlyLady. For those of you who don't know and don't want to click on the link, Flylady is a person who tries to help people get into the habit of cleaning and decluttering. If you join her email list, you will get emails every day with subject headers like "WHERE IS YOUR LAUNDRY?," "WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?," "IT IS TIME TO MOVE," and "PLEASE GO TO BED: YOU NEED YOUR REST." My personal favorite on the list of emails I will probably never follow is "27 FLING BOOGIE: READY SET GO!" which says I should "Take a garbage bag and RUN through your home and throw away 27 items. Do not stop until you have collected all 27 items. Then close the garbage bag and pitch it. DO NOT LOOK IN IT!!! Just do it. Next grab a box and gather up 27 items to give away." Despite my misgivings about 27 Fling Boogies, I signed up. I followed the directions of some of the emails. I even joined the local NYC list and went to a FlyFest (when FlyLady readers gather.) Reading the FlyLady emails introduced me to the show Clean Sweep. Clean Sweep is a show where people turn up, empty two of your really cluttered rooms out onto your lawn, and then make you get rid of most of it. It makes the viewer feel better about their own clutter. The problem with the show is that all of the people on it are homeowners in California, and not all the advice applies to NYC apartment dwellers. The organizer yelled at one couple for leaving a folding dining room set under the bed, telling them that if it's for the dining room it should be in the dining room. Of course I saw this and thought, "Under the bed! THAT'S where we can put our folding table." Storing things under the bed is also a big FlyLady no-no, but that's where that table is now and I couldn't be happier about it. There really is nowhere in the kitchen for it most of the time but it is still a useful thing that we're not getting rid of. I've now seen almost every episode of Clean Sweep. This led me to wanting to start watching Queer Eye again. I've now seen every episode of Queer Eye. What has this meant in my life? Well, for a while I was on a decluttering spree. That has been put on hold, while I run around like a lunatic doing other things and generally being lazy about stuff in my room. Sadly, for a while I was watching old episodes of Clean Sweep and Queer Eye instead of actually cleaning. I still get the FlyLady emails, and sometimes I even clean things in my apartment. Queer Eye has probably had the strongest influence on me. Kyan the grooming guy finally got to me, and I found myself buying copious amounts of stuff from The Body Shop. I now use a facial cleanser, an eye cream, and a moisturizer every day. And I'm trying to ween myself off of the really cheap shampoo I was using. For the first time ever I put a mask on my face, and I try to remember to do that every week now.
For people who don't know me very well this may not seem like a big deal. Trust me it is. It's strange and wacky and disturbing. But probably a good thing, so I'm not stressing. Although every time I have to go back to the Body Shop to get something like foot lotion because I actually managed to finish the other bottle of it I bought I feel weird and almost guilty for reasons I don't think I can explain.
And for reference, the diet didn't last, and I was exercising regularly for over a month but now I'm not. I need to get back to the exercising, but since I'm dealing with other stress-causing things in my life right now Bear says I'm not allowed to diet for the next few months because I get irritable when I'm hungry and he doesn't want me yelling at him for stupid things like putting the pots back in the wrong place. This actually happened recently, it was a five to ten minute conversation which was mainly caused by the fact that the reason I was trying to find the pot in the first place was so I could make food because I was really hungry and therefore prone to overreacting to things. Although why on earth would he think the right place to put a pot is on top of the frying pans?
Maybe I should get myself a bowl of cereal or something. Current Music: Home by Erasure | | Saturday, August 16th, 2003 | | 3:03 pm |
the most adorable blackout EVER
I'm not going to tell any dramatic story about my experience dealing with the power outage, because I was at home and already owned a bunch of candles so things weren't so bad for me. Bear on the other hand had to walk home from work which took him 2.5 hours. This meant that when eyeteeth and I wanted to wander around the neighborhood because we figured that this was the only chance we'd get to see New York with no street lights, he didn't join us because his feet hurt. There was a pleasant atmosphere outside. I saw a bunch of people outside our apartment building standing around, and while most people had flashlights or candles some had glowsticks. I told Eyeteeth that it was a pity we're not cybergoths because then we could just turn our clothes on and use them to light our way. There were more people outside most of the other buildings we passed by, although sometimes I wouldn't even see that they were there until we were passing by and I saw human-like shapes out of the corner of my eye. But then we saw THE CUTEST THING EVER. There were some kids sitting on the sidewalk around a couple of tall candles talking to each other. It wasn't until we were closer that we realised they were telling each other scary stories. I thought this was completely adorable. Current Music: Our Lips are Sealed by the Go-Go's | | Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003 | | 8:53 pm |
abstinence rant
This article is about a group of people who went to Las Vegas to preach to people they found on the street about the virtues of abstinence. I have no problem with this. I may not believe in saving yourself until marriage but if it works for you and you want to tell others about doing it, go for it. But if you're going to do it, give people real information. You can talk about unplanned pregnancies, you can talk about STDs, you can talk about AIDS, but don't use misinformation to scare people. Studies show that in the United States there are about 45 million cases of herpes, 20 million cases of human papillomavirus (HPV) and 900,000 people living with AIDS.
"There's no condom on the face of this earth that can prevent HPV. It's so highly contagious," said Melodi Hawley, a 21-year-old director of a sex and family education office in Denham Springs, La. "And we're not told this. I tell kids, and they say, 'human papa-what?'"They're right, I had no idea what HPV was. So I looked it up online. Turns out it's the virus that causes genital warts. Most people have heard of genital warts, and reminding people that condoms don't always protect you from them is fine. But don't start using a term they haven't heard of simply because you think it sounds scary and you're hoping that it'll be confused with HIV. Also, what the hell is this? "The earlier a girl had begun sexual activity, the less likely she was to be happy in her life many, many years later," said Robert Rector, senior research fellow at the Heritage Foundation and a speaker at the convention.What study is this from? Who did they talk to? Is it even a study, or is he just making an assumption? It's never explained, and his statement is just thrown into the article like it's an obvious fact. Edited to add: For more information on HPV, you may want to check out burgundy's comments to this entry. It can also cause cervical cancer. Most people are at some point exposed to it, but we never have any symptoms. Getting HPV testing as part of an annual PAP smear can help diagnose it early enough to treat it. It's not so much the fact that the abstinence people mention HPV that bothers me so much is that it doesn't sound like they explain it so much as just try to scare people with it. And they overstate the AIDS statistic by using HIV stats instead, which is just plain incorrect. This also helps fuel my theory that part of why they talk about it without fully explaining it is to further confuse it with HIV, which makes sense since they don't even seem to know the difference between HIV and AIDS. Current Music: I Will Still Be Laughing by Soul Asylum | | Saturday, June 28th, 2003 | | 3:05 pm |
goth empowerment
So I went out to a club last night. Afterward I was walking down the street with Bear and a few of our friends. We pass by the NYU dorms and there were two guys standing in front of it smoking cigarettes. One of them looks at us and says to his friend "They're all wearing black. I used to beat these guys up in high school." I instantly burst into hysterical laughter. In retrospect this might not have been the best move but I couldn't help it. I was with Bear, a sweet wonderful person who I've been told looks like he's going to beat someone up and stuff them in a trashcan at any moment; Stu, a very large bouncer; and djstorm, who may just look like another tall skinny guy, but his height hides the fact that he's not all that skinny. They had another friend who I don't know, and then there was Stu's girlfriend and myself. Some of us may have looked like targets, but if that guy was beating up goths in high school I doubt they looked like Stu, Bear, and Storm. Bear asks me what I'm laughing at, and I repeat what the guy said (I was the only one close enough to hear.) At this point I'm not sure if the guy said something else or exactly what happened, but Stu turned back and asked them who they were talking to. (Storm says that one of the guys said something about wanting to fuck one of the chicks in black, which meant he was talking about either me or Stu's girlfriend.) The guy starts yelling at him, so all the other guys go over there to stand behind Stu and look imposing. I'm standing nearby with Bear's stuff and Stu's girlfriend who's complaining because she wanted to go eat but now we're held up. While we're standing there another girl from the club turns up, I don't know her but I've seen her around. She looks questioningly at the guys standing around yelling, and I tell her the original comment that started the whole mess. She's glad Stu said something, because when she was in high school she used to get picked on for being a goth. So this goes on for a while. The guy who made the initial comment throws in that he's a college grad and in the military. He also says that he would kill Stu, as long as Stu is willing to give him an excuse. Since he won't make the first move, this means he wants Stu to deck him. This then turns into a request for Stu to just touch him. After a while the guy's friend starts going "Are you going to touch him? Touch him!" I commented to the goth girl (Stu's girlfriend had wandered off by this time) that that was so cute. He just wanted Stu to touch him. If eyeteeth had been there, she probably would have started shouting "Woo! Hot man-on-man action!" That would have ended everything right then, I didn't have the guts to scream that. This is why I think she should be around for events like this, and why Bear does not. Bear, Stu, and Storm never make the first move in a fight either, so this could've potentially go on all night. So finally Bear said "Stu, let's either do this or go home. Because it's getting ridiculous." We ended up leaving shortly afterwards. The goth chick thanked Stu for responding to the guy and "representing," since when she was younger she couldn't. At one point during the whole incident, Storm asked the guys "Are you in grade school?" Which was pretty much how I'd felt the whole time. I mean, I had been under the assumption that most people grow out of thinking that it's cool to beat people up based on what they wear or what sort of music they listen to. This guy was in his 20s, he's still proud of beating up goths when he was a teenager? I don't know if he realised that he was talking loud enough for me to hear, but either way he seemed to think that making his initial comment would score points with his friend. And what's worse, it might've worked. Current Mood:  frustratedCurrent Music: Back Door Open by The Scofflaws |
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